Part 11:
link Door’s still closed. Do I knock? I wouldn’t want to walk in on… anything. Merlin is fretting outside the doors to the royal quarters. The sun is high in the sky, and he is getting nervous about Lord Roderick and his…
mood. He raises his fist to the door, ready to knock, but hesitates. Again. He drops his hand and curses softly, stepping back and right into a bench, which he trips over.
“Gah!” he shouts, hopping on one foot in the corridor.
A moment later he hears the metallic...
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